She adores La Fontaine, reads Balzac with a kind of artist-scowl, and will not let Greek alone.
You hint at broken rest and an aching head at breakfast, and she will fling you a scrap of Anthology in lieu of the camphor-bottle, or chant the αἰαῖ, αἰαῖ, of tragic chorus.
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